Fight

　"Kill"

　In the sound of violent shouts, a stream of light seemed to want to break through the heavens and rose up to the sky, and then the stream of light folded, like a bolt of lightning, from the top to the bottom, directly towards the two blood-colored figures below.

　Suddenly, with a movement of ice gas and a flash of fire light, a cold ice sword and a battle knife with a blazing flame had already appeared in the hands of those two blood-colored figures.

　Wei Wuji's gaze stared, no way, even this?

　As if confirming his suspicions, a sword aura and a saber aura had risen up into the sky to meet the falling stream of light.

　With a loud bang, flames and ice shot up in all directions, Wei Wuji's figure flickered, and the sword embryo in his hand swung rapidly, splitting apart the cold ice and flames that shot up one by one.

　"Fortunately", Wei Wuji wiped his forehead which was not sweaty, he looked at his other two selves which were drowned by the endless cold ice and flames, a smile appeared on his face.　

　The endless ice and flames had finally stopped, the two blood-colored figures inside were no longer the same as before, the blood-colored figure with fire qi was still a little better, one arm had already disappeared, and must have been crushed by the overflowing qi of the party.

　As for that blood-colored figure with ice qi, can be a bit miserable, after all, he is equivalent to a double fire qi attack, at this moment, half of his body has already disappeared, now planted on the side, looks like it seems to have been dying.

　One resolved! Wei Wuji was inwardly delighted!

　It seems that the guardian spirit of the Bloodthirsty Spirit Pillar is not perverted enough to be able to completely copy everything about itself, there is always a limit, some things can only be copied roughly, like the sword style taught by the Purple Thunder Lord, it is beyond its limit, the two blade and sword qi of the party were only a resemblance.

　Opposite the two blood-colored figures did not move, not the slightest movement, Wei Wuji also stood still, in the spirit of the pillar of the blood domain space, any change can happen, at this time he wanted to see, what will be the next change.

　Yau, a blood light flashed, the opposite side of the two blood-colored figures, not as Huo Dongqiang faced, recovered again, but directly disappeared.

　Looking at the empty surroundings, Wei Wuji couldn't help but be a little puzzled, "It's over like this?"

　At this moment, Huo Dongqiang also shared the same doubts as Wei Wuji.

　Just now, he had spared his serious injuries and sent out his strongest sword in his life with all his might, directly decapitating his other self on the spot across the room. However, his face was still grave, now, there was not much Qi left in his body, and above his left ribs and left shoulder, two bone-deep wounds were clearly visible, and the blood was thick.

　What made him feel grave was that although he had temporarily sealed the wounds with his internal qi, he could no longer lock up his qi and blood, and at the moment, in his Divine Sense senses, silk of qi and blood was overflowing from his wounds, and in the blink of an eye, it was swallowed up by the invisible force within the Blood Domain Space.

　Huo Dongqiang's face sank, he did not go through the body refining, walking is today's bitter realm prevalent cultivation method, even if it is later learned that there is the existence of body refining stream, but he also passed the best age of body refining, now, his body, only in the body refining stream of the peak of the imperial qi.

　Before he was not injured, with his cultivation at the fetal breath realm, he could completely lock his own blood qi, but now that he was injured, he felt that the blood qi in his body, like a pool of water broke through a crack in general, silk blood qi is slowly seeping out.

　Although his blood qi, because of the reason of sufficient longevity is still very abundant, but if a long time, the body of blood qi loss is serious, it is likely that his own longevity will follow the loss, in that case, whether it is for his future cultivation or other, will cause a very serious impact!

　The Bloodthirsty Spirit Pillar in front of them was really more difficult to deal with than they had imagined! Huo Dongqiang let out a long sigh.

　"Tap" sound, just as Huo Dongqiang's sigh fell, a heavy footsteps had entered his ears, as the footsteps approached, a blood-colored Shura with a blood-colored scimitar in hand, his entire body covered in blood-red demonic armor, had appeared in his line of sight.

　Huo Dongqiang inwardly a cold, although he just has the other self decapitated, won the victory, but he is not the slightest relaxation, has been with the divine sense in the sense of the surroundings, but until that blood-colored Cultivator appeared in front of his eyes, his divine sense actually did not have the slightest reaction, which can only mean that, before the eyes of the blood-colored Cultivator body there must be something can be cut off from the sensation of his sense of God.　

　"Trouble ah", Huo Dongqiang muttered, divine sense can not sense, that means the next battle, he can only use the breath sense to capture the opponent, in that case, invisible, his combat power has been weakened by a lot, because a lot of his powerful sword, are required to first use the divine sense to lock each other, before being able to play the maximum power. The maximum power of the sword can only be realized after first locking the opponent with his divine sense.

　Based on his breath, the blood-colored Cultivator in front of him was not in high cultivation, only at the high Fetal Breath stage, slightly lower than him, but Huo Dongqiang didn't take it lightly, because the moment that Cultivator appeared, he immediately had the feeling of an ordinary person being stared at by a beast, and the hairs on his body stood up in a wave of sweat!

　The blood-colored cultivator in front of him was definitely not as simple as his breath sensed!

　Just as that Scarlet Cultivator appeared in front of Huo Dongqiang, Wei Wuji was also sizing up a Scarlet Cultivator that had also appeared in front of him with cold eyes.

　After all, he had just activated his Divine Sense not long ago, and he had not had time to experience many of the wonderful uses of Divine Sense, and he still relied on his breath to fight, so whether or not he was able to use his Divine Sense didn't have as big an impact on him as it did on Huo Dongqiang's side.

　Looking at the Scarlet Cultivator in front of him, Wei Wuji's expression was as calm as usual, although by virtue of his breath sensing, this Scarlet Cultivator in front of him was only at the early stage of the Fetal Breath cultivation, but from the other party's body, he sensed a powerful physical strength that would erupt at any time.　

　"Flesh power?" Wei Wuji said indifferently, "This is somewhat similar to the human race's body refining stream, it seems that the Spirit of the Bloodthirsty Spirit Pillar's Protector Pillar still has a very good understanding of today's human race, knowing that most of today's human race's physical body is not very strong! Very well, let Mister Wei take a look, what realm has your physique reached compared to the Human Race?"

　With a flash of fire, Wei Wuji had already disappeared from his original position, instantly arriving in front of that Scarlet Cultivator's body, and blasted his fist towards it head on.

　"Ow" sound, see Wei Wuji attacked, that blood-colored Cultivator let out a harsh roar, a rich blood qi rose from his body, along with the sound of the harsh roar, it also raised his hand is a fist, toward Wei Wuji's fist blast.

　"Boom" a muffled sound, the two fists intersected together, Wei Wuji only felt a strong force from the fist uploaded over, swish sound, his figure could not help but slide backward a zhang, in the ground above left a shallow white mark.

　On the opposite side, that Scarlet Cultivator's figure swayed several times under Wei Wuji's punch, and finally withdrew a step backward.

　"Fortunately!"

　Wei Wuji rubbed his somewhat raw fist, the other party's physique was not as powerful as he had imagined, as long as the strike just now, if the other party did not leave any strength behind, it was roughly comparable to that of the previous Moye, even if it was slightly stronger, it would not be strong enough to go anywhere, which reassured him quite a bit.

　Comparatively speaking, he felt that the other two himself before, the threat to him is also a little more, he would rather face two such blood-colored Cultivator in front of him, but also do not want to face two other himself, besides, he hit himself, interesting?　

　After roughly figuring out the opponent's strength range, and feeling as if there was nothing new, Wei Wuji also didn't want to wait any longer, his figure moved, and the fire on the sword embryo in his hand flourished.

　The opposite side of the Scarlet Cultivator also sensed Wei Wuji's change in mood, it seemed to feel as if it was being belittled, it violently let out a roar, at once, rolling blood qi emanated from its body.

　With a flash of blood light, the ground underneath Scarlet Cultivator's feet violently sank a foot, and as a deep pit appeared, a gust of wind swept up, and it was already like a blood-colored lightning, directly pouncing towards Wei Wuji.

　So fast!

　Wei Wuji's complexion flickered as he staggered his feet, his body shape retreated towards the speedy retreat, and at the same time, the sword embryo in his hand once again lit up.

　"Sword One, One Sword Rises the Wind and Clouds."

　Purple Thunder Lord taught the sword style again by him, with a stream of light flashed, the sword embryo in his hand is already rushed up to the sky, instantly has arrived to pounce on the bloody Cultivator above, along with the sword embryo in the fire light flashes, monstrous flames instantly from the sky, falling flames just like a floating cloud, directly will be that the bloody Cultivator wrapped, besieged in the flames.

　Waveless flames, like a sea of fire, with terrifying heat toward the blood-colored Cultivator swept, rolled and went, a miserable cry then resounded throughout the blood domain space.